A Good Night
“Do you want to hold me or be held?”
She asked me.
“Hold me.”
I said as I laid back into her arms.
We should never get married
She told me
Because we’re both like furnaces.
“Should I get up off you?”
“No, don’t.”
She put her fingers through my hair.
And I could tell she kept putting her nose to my hair.
She told me it smells damn good.
And that she couldn’t get over it.
And she kept playing with my hair.
And I reached my hand
Heartbreakingly
And gripped her leg
Right at her knee caps.
And I repeatedly, on and off, tightened and softened my grip there.
It would make her cringe slightly,
But in a way that she enjoyed the cringing.
And we just lay there like that.
It was good enough to make me miss her.
Even though she was as close as I could get her to be.
I missed her for when that moment was going to end.
For when she went back home.
For an hour or two from that moment,
I missed her.
I started laughing, and couldn’t stop.
“Why are you laughing?”
“I don’t know.”
“Faggot.”
My father’s footsteps
we heard
Coming down the stairs.
She helped me hop up and to the other side
of the couch.
And we sat there like nothing had ever happened.
(2014)
